The Sunday List Of Dreams
Chapter 13: Talk Like That
/ / a voice is calling to me, now i open my eyes / /
/ / at the secret waterside that no one knows of, dance the pas de deux of life / /
/ / and I'm dreaming again of today / /
/ / I'm dreaming of tomorrow / /
Ah, ah, ah. How did everyone's holidays go? (This is only what, two months late? LOL) I hope they went well. Mine were fantastic! I saw my sister again, whom I haven't gotten to see in, like what, one and a half years? (My two older sisters and I are very close) It was very nice to see her again!
I've been thinking about this story a lot… (Thinking, not writing though until now, hah!) …And well, I'm thinking there will be a few more chapters, and then I'm ending it.
I'm aiming for maybe 20 chapters? I don't know; I'm not sure. But that's okay. Let's just ride this out, and see what happens, right?
All right, I now present to you, chapter thirteen of The Sunday List of Dreams!!
AH. Before I forget, I'm thinking of writing an M-based (nothing explicit, a very more smutty kinda vague story) based on Contestshipping. It's an older take on the couple (obviously!) and it's written in a way I've never actually written before.
AGH NEVERMIND. I am definitely not confident enough to release something like that.
EDIT: Thanks to Arysd, who noticed my stupid mistake at calling Misty, May. UGH (I was writing another story w/May in it.) YES I AM AN IDIOT lol :D.
There was the push of something (what was it, again? Something about roller coasters?) on her stomach, an elating feeling that Misty was almost addicted to. The air went in a whoosh around her, the sound of somebody sighing into her ears. Then there was nothing but water. The hit wasn't bad, as her feet went in first and the rush of water all around her face and body. It was an exhilarating feeling, her mind and body still coming down from the rush of adrenaline. Misty opened her eyes, eyeing the water all around her. It was a completely different world under the water, the faint rays of moonlight traveling downwards, reaching as far as they could, but never quite touching the ground. Although it seemed the light didn't move, the water above her shifted and turned, the moon blurred and ever changing in her eyes.
She loved it.
Everything under water was a different world. It was one of the factors that made her love water and water pokemon so much. Another world so close to one's fingertips…
She saw a shadow suddenly cast above her, and noticed it was Ash. He was floating on his back, and Misty smirked. She quickly rushed upwards, legs kicking underneath her, propelling her forward, hands outstretched in front of her until she felt skin on skin, and as she rose to the surface, she could hear Ash sputtering from being pushed over onto the side.
"Hey, what was that for?" Ash whined, coughing lightly, but grinning at Misty, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. Misty laughed in response.
"Well, this was your idea, if you've forgotten." Misty responded easily, letting her body lean forward slightly and gently kicking her legs, her eyes never straying from Ash, who watched her move, the water shifting all around her.
Then, he lunged.
Misty hadn't quite expected it, eyes widening a fraction before she felt him tumble against her into the water, throwing them both under the surface of the water once again, and Misty felt the air rush out of her lungs, her body floating aimlessly for only a moment in the water, before she opened her eyes. And then there he was, Ash floating above her, hair moving in the water, and he grinned cheerfully at her, and Misty felt her eyes slip close as she smiled back widely.
And when she opened her eyes, he was watching her.
Misty wanted to do nothing but turn away, but her eyes stayed on his. The carbon dioxide she had been prepared to release was caught in her throat, his dark coffee eyes watching her intently. She breathed slightly through her nose, bubbles rising and – was he getting closer? Her body was still in the water, moving slightly with the current and the flow of the cool ocean water, and then his hand was on hers, intertwining and edging her closer and closer to himself, her body shifting naturally towards him as she felt her eyes slip close, and the last thing she were his half-lidded russet eyes coming closer to hers and before she knew it – they were kissing.
Misty reached up with her free arm to curl around his neck, reveling in the cool seawater flitting across her back and the heat under her fingertips.
Dawn's first reaction to what she'd just seen was pure and utter horror. Misty had just jumped off the ship, and now Dawn was positive she was crazy. Or mad. Or all of the above. Pikachu was curled up against their clothes and pokeballs, completely relaxed. Dawn wondered if the pokemon had gone insane as well. She stealthily walked over, watching the two play in the water before they both tumbled under the water and oh my god they were kissing!!!
Dawn opened her mouth in an automatic reaction to quickly shriek in shock before somebody's hand had clamped over hers. Dawn turned her head, only to see Paul's face close to hers, staring forward, face tinted a slight pink.
"Quiet. You're going to wake everybody on the boat. If I let go of your mouth, will you stay quiet?" Dawn nodded, and Paul easily released her mouth from hostage.
"They're kissing!" Dawn quietly exclaimed, finger pointing accusingly at the side of the boat, towards the water.
"Yes, I realize that." Paul rolled his eyes, shifting in his spot but making no move to remove himself from behind Dawn. Dawn pouted, leaning back against his chest, his legs outstretched on either side of her. She crossed her arms and continued to pout out towards the sea; the only sound accompanying them was the moving water against the ship and the quiet breathing of Pikachu, who chose to simply ignore the two trainers.
"It was about time, though," Dawn muttered, and she felt Paul shift underneath her, and she turned, "What, couldn't you see the clear sexual tension between them? My gosh." Dawn huffed.
Paul couldn't help but let out a small smirk at this, chest rumbling slightly as he gave a quiet chuckle. Dawn sighed, letting her arms and hands flop down into her lap, her shoulder lolling to look at Paul.
"Sexual tension, hmm?" Paul remarked, one eyebrow raised as he looked at Dawn's expression, her brow furrowing at his question.
"Yes, sexual tension, it is clearly there!"
"Really. And where else do you think there's tension?"
Dawn had noticed the drop in his voice and could immediately appreciate it if he kept talking like that.
"Well…" She murmured, as he leaned back against his hands, her body following as she watched him with lidded eyes and a pouting mouth, "I could say a few other names, but…"
"But…?" His chest hummed against Dawn's back, and she took a sharp breath in as she felt him coming closer to her.
"Ah—um…" She stuttered out, unable to form a coherent sentence. She watched as Paul smirked, and all she could feel was the heat from his body as he drew closer.
"I-I would say…" She gulped, his face only inches from her.
"I say why don't we just follow their lead…" Paul's voice floated briefly to her ears, breath ghosting against her lips. Then he kissed her before she could bother to respond.
Not that she was complaining, of course.
May was mad. No, actually, she was pissed.
"What is this?!" She hissed to herself, walking away from the door to get to the deck.
'Everybody's getting action here and I'm not!!!' May fumed as she stomped down the stairs and rounded the corner, too busy ranting to herself to pay attention to where she was going, before she promptly collided into someone.
OH MY GOD I AM SO SORRY THIS CHAPTER IS SO FREAKING SHORT.
I had a tough time drawing enough inspiration to even get out barely a thousand words onto four pages, and I have to say I'm not completely satisfied but I don't think I could type another word…
Oh, yes, happy early singles' awareness day! (by four days ha!)
I'll be releasing a Valentine's Day special HOPEFULLY (so no promises, here!).
And hopefully I'll have the new story up after this…
And again, I'm really sorry that this chapter barely hits like, a thousand words. I know, I fail, I fail. Epically.
UGH!